“Why did I gain weight the second week of diet.”
“Gained weight week 2 discouraged”
“Stuck to plan and still gained weight.”
“How many chocolate bars can I eat in one hour and not die?”
These are the things I found myself Googling Friday morning after seeing I had gained almost a pound from last week after sticking to my diet RELIGIOUSLY.
Week one is easy on ANY diet because you always lose tons of weight the first week of a diet. But week two shouldn’t mean: GAIN! Not when you’ve actually been careful!
Let me back up a bit: The lowest I’ve been in the last two years is 135 (I’m 5’3″) and that was several months ago. I then proceeded to put on 10+ pounds and weighed in at about 145 when I first started using MyFitnessPal two weeks ago.
First week? 5+ pounds. 139lbs. EASY. Awesome. Now, I knew not to get really excited about that because I’ve started new diets often enough to know that the first week always sees you losing several pounds.
I figured I’d stay the same, or drop half-of-a-pound at the most on week two.
NOPE. Gained ONE pound.
Now, that should mean that I was 3500 calories in excess for the week – to equal weight gain of one pound. WHICH I KNOW IS A MATHEMATICAL IMPOSSIBILITY. Logically? I know I didn’t actually gain a pound. If anything? I turned some fat into muscle. Or I’m bloated. Or something. The smart side of my brain KNOWS not to panic about that one pound.
But the Crappy Body Image Addicted To Food part of my brain? Is a mess. I’m giving up my anxiety cure every night: Binging Before Bed. This makes me crazy all the time. But I’m doing it! Two weeks and no emotional eating binges! And to gain a pound? Makes that side of my CRAZY AS ALL CRAZY CAN BE.
I mean – EVERY DAY that pound stared at me from the scale – MOCKING my efforts to break my emotional addiction to food.
And then this weekend? The scale said 138.9. YAY! That seems better! Much more realistic considering my efforts!
And then this morning? Back to 140.2. Same as where it was all week when I went to bed everything night restless and anxious because I was not doing my pre-bed binge ritual.
LOGICAL BRAIN: Chill Out, Kim! You can see changes in your body! You’re proud of yourself and you look great! You’re fit! You’re awesome! You ran 31 miles this weekend! YOU KICK ASS. EFF THE SCALE. Don’t even look at the scale!
EMOTIONAL EATER SIDE OF MY BRAIN: Gained weight. There is no point. Give up now. Binge, Baby. BINGE!
Please tell me I’m not the only one stupid-crazy about this stuff? And please remind me that two weeks without a binge is such a great thing for a personal emotional connected to food and that I should not forget that, no matter what the scale says. Right? I don’t need to adjust my calories, do I? I mean – MyFitnessPal seems to be logical about all of that and gives me calories to eat when I work out. I should trust that and ignore this one pound, right?
(Also – tell me to put down the donuts. Because, while I’m not currently holding any, there’s a good chance this one pound will drive me to purchase them today.)